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Htihrt; in Kngllsli acholar, de-
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EW.W !" Kophla Sefton within
EV friend "nil whom' he IUed. Btr
F,wS?worK after the money ! gone.
B ulT. of hli e-cltlnjfa.Uenturce
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V a KIICIIIT1MII III LIIV tllilIUJ V
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Rffiriln "hi first book U that Peter
LS'Trnes ml.ti.ken for his cousin
The onir aiiieren-w uriwii .u-
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iyVw.abeara.
wl...kncd by a mm'i voice call
;Crm'ni ."""""", -i., .
PA nn enterlni hi. home. It I. hi.
I '.''"... .un h brati Into In
tif! after' fierce atruaitle. A pot
Fgtpf Feter remove the prottrate
V . J...la tht. ntvhl. ftt.1.
f ?!.", awakes he nnl. only a note
,? InS "locket. Illack" Oeorae.
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Linalouir i .---- "" "":. .'.."
Ei, raddenly lenvea in ww. ' ."
- loves d-orne. cornea to Peter
"V-i and the two aecia, .id inuucu
' fTrVturn. OeorKe. howe,er , con
SiTlait IwdMc? nL rt .r ".In love
E ?&'.' "oSfSi ! nSSl that ch.Y
t Hi come back to hl home.
IS BOOK II.
CHAPTER VIH-.Contlnuedl.
Y. - v-.-t left much. If I re-
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jsember."
-Ictsl"
E-C. .h. .tnnd. half In shadow, half
M "" - ...-. -.-, U... ..
.light, I couia noi nop nw
. v.. i-vlln-ni. She was no
RM Ul lie ..
woman; beneath tho high beauty
.... i... - ,Vnrtnnt nnwer that la
"t odds with prettlness, and beforo
I feit vaguely " " " c
. i..- warm hpnutv. because of
tluilvo witchery of her eyes, tha
fiMt column of the neck nnd the
iJ."lfi6 was no goddess, nnd I no
ird in Arcadia, i ciaspea my minus
me, and turned 10 iuui uuwu nnu
ttream. ,
jmI." said I. Bpcaking my inousm
""this Is no place for a woman.
IU."
SkI" said she cry softly.
k-aUhough, to bo sure, there are
Mr places-
rJ..,'.HM ttliA T Aiinnoan so.
a again, it Is very far removed
1 -..v. U..M co thnt n woman must
EL be cJt oft' from all those little dell
Em and refinements that are supposed
E?..tui In her existence."
rt," she sighed
Kragh what," I continued, "what on
..u h tht iiat nf n hum. let us
?. pair of curllng-lrons In this
jitflitis, I don't know."
E could play upon the one and curl
L.balr with the other, and there Is n
Slit pleasure to bo had from both,"
Sibe.
IftS alio," I pursued, "this place, as
H'Soa, is said to bo nauntea not,
.'.. ...Inw that Vin wim nllpnt.
M that you believe In such things, of
TWl But tne coiingo is very ruutu,
jmHj Aliimelltf fnrnlcihed thnuch. to
fnirt, It might be made comfortable
ICana-
Welir' she Inquired, as I paused.
Bitn-" said I, nnd was silent for a
fitlme, watching the play of the
Kobtams on the rippling water.
ttfrU!" 'aid she again at last.
Wttn," said I, "if you are friendless,
forbid that l snouiu rciuse you me
iitf B,.An ai.nli n tilnri. nn thlR so
itoTtre homeless, nnd without money
$vhere it ou win hu iuuh ia
By JPFFERY . FARNOL
?pl my eyes directed to the running
trlt my reel as 1 waiieu ner aimwer,
l(eemed a very long time before she
forivou fond of stewed rabbit?"
Sibblt!" said I. staring.
ffluu onions!"
nnlonsr'
fATiI can cook a little, and Bupper is
am;'
fupptr'"
htt,yoU are hungry"
itmjaeneus!"
fita'itliy, not como home and eat it?"
Homer'
e6ad of echoing my words and Btar-
th ivm, mnnn nut nf rnnntnnancc7
fftJaand, with the word, she turned
ltd the way to the cottago. Ana De-
HTVt, ,.na, ,i ,in UfrlltoH tllA tflblQ
cnraH tvlth n annwv rloth. and A
ijimnwred upon the hob; a pot thnt
?.,...- J 1a.a1.Ia n.j4 nun.
florin an ouur ucicuiauiu, .- -.
ri'Charmlan bent forthwith, and into
.'the gared with an anxious Drow
IbrTut an Inaulrlnc fork!"
IWnlc it's all right!"
anT-nrn nf It " mild T. Inhnllner the
ilnit aroma "but, pray, where did
itfltr
Itnan old It to me he naa a 101
STriV
hm!" tald I. "probably poached."
Fkotrght this for sixpence out of the
nce'-then they certainly wero
Jt n.i.AnA aa . I l.n.i.tinnrnji
. 'lucre uru iiij ainumti
.'.a.I .LI .. !.. HmU
-UU CVCIlillllH II1JVII llll.l ..a...
,fonl, living or dead -belongs to
' 'Sophia Seflun. of Cnmbourne."
perhaps we had beter not eal
Ufld ahe, glancing at me over her
w-oui, meeting Tny eye, sue
IjAnd so we presently Bat down
r, and, poached though It may
Mn. that rabbit made a truly
'-, noiwitnsinuainK.
CHAPTER IX.
IWJEllB sitting In the moon-
.aid Charmlan, stnrijiK up at
UJjteoua heaven, "let us talk."
ly," I answered; "let us talk
Kjiui talk of ourselves."
-jlase,"
ki, you begin."
am a blacksmith." ,
.0U told ma that before."
jjTl-aka horeshoes "
B,a blacksmith, and makes horse-
Mld Charmlan, nodding at the
Ej llva here, In thli solitude, very
2't mat it is only reasonable
that I shall continue to live
ke horseshoea-though, real
J, off, letting my eyes wander
mpanlon's upturned face back
", any once more, "there Is
v?'i you aoout so common
n aa myself that Is likely to
Charmlan. "evlnnntlv nnll'l
ii?1 can'8 down to her face
t$t a smile upon her lips.
hZv,i ' y B" weans let us
MiuK rise '
Lfre'd, "let us talk of the
".i-iiarmiaii-Hrown." A
Mil l-titm-- a
r !-. T - iio-io una nung
2L?W' and In l haUow
a-wva more eluulvp, more
aR AVftP mnA uiKU ... i
ittui .. -" "mho uu. Hittuura
IvlLH?.- h,", anu uKn to
i -t -1 uc rouna and round
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Aha liiL.." "Hi'"ui jou pfgin."
gjikely ,o mtereat your
i re. tlienT"
certninit,
don't you say -."
'' would take that fpr
hPMid take nothing for
-- -..., ua.ui, nllv mm,
suddenly: "What do you think of Char
mlnn IJrown?"
"I think of her ns little as I can "
"Indeed, sir!"
"Indeed," said I
"And why, pray?"
"Because," said I, knocking the ashes
from my pipe, "because the more I think
About her the more Incomprehensible sho
becomes."
"Havo you known many women?"
"Very few," I confessed, "but '
"But?"
"I am not altogether unfamiliar with
tho sex for I havo known a, great num
berIn books."
"Our blacksmith," said Charmlan, ad
dressing tho moon again, "has known
many women In booksl His knowledge
Is, therefore, profound!" and she laughedi
"May I nsk why you laugh nt me?"
"Ohl" said she, "don't you know that
women In books nnd women out of books
are no more the same than day and
night, or summer nnd winter?"
"And yet there are thousands of women
who exist for us In books, onb, l.nuiu,
Beatrice, Trojan Helen, Aspasla, the
glorious Phryne, and hosts of others," I
demurred.
"Yes; but thoy exist for us only as their
historians permit them, as their biograph
ers saw, or Imagined them. WoulJ
Petrarch ever have .permitted I.aura to
do nn ungracious act? or anything which,
to his masculine understanding, seemed
unfemlntne; and would Danto have men
tioned It had Beatrice been guilty of one?
A man can no mftre understand a woman
from tho reading of books than ho can
learn Latin or Greek from staring at tho
sky."
"Of thnt," said I, shaking my head, "of
that I am not so sure."
"Then personally you know very little
concerning women?" sho Inquired.
"I havo always been too busy," said I
Here Charmlan turned to look at me
again.
"Too busy?" sho repeated, aa though
sho had not heard aright; "too busy?"
"Much too busy!" Now, when I said
thlR, she laughed, nnd then she frowned,
and then she laughed again.
"You would much rather make a
horseshoe than talk with a woman, per
haps?" "Yes. I think I would."
"Ohl" said Charmlan, frowning again,
but this time sho did not look at me.
"You see." I explained, turning my
empty pipe over and over, rather aim
lessly, "when I make a horseshoe I take
a pleco of Iron and, having heated It,
I bend and shape it, and with every
hammer-stroke I see It growing Into what
I would hnve It I am sure of it, from
Btart to finish; now, with a-woman It Is
different."
"You mean that you cannot bend, and
Bhnpe her, like your horseshoe?" still
without looking towards me.
"I mean thnt that I fear I should
never bo quite sure of a woman, as I am
of my horseshoe."
"Why, you see." said CharmTan, begin
ning to braid the tress of hair, "a woman
cannofy at any time, be Bald to resemble
a horseshoe very much, can she?"
"Surely," said I, "surely you know
what I mean ?"
"There are Laura nnd Beatrice and
Helen and Aspasla nnd Phryne, and hosts
of ptherB," said Charmlan, nodding to the
moon again. "Oh, yes-our blacksmith
has read of so many women In books
that he has no more idea of women out
of books than I of Sanscrit."
And, in a little while, seeing I was
silent, Bhe condescended to glance to
wards me:
"Then I suppose, under tho circum
stances, you have never been in love?"
"In love?" I repeated, nnd dropped my
Pipe.
"In love."
"The Lord forbid!"
"Why, pray?"
"Because love Is n disease n madness,
coming between a man and his life'
w' ovo!" sa'd I, "it is a calamity!"
Never having been In love himself, our
blacksmith, very naturally, knows all
about It!" said Charmlan to the moon.
"I speak only of such things as I have
read " I began.
More books!" she sighed.
" wotds of men, much wiser than I
poets ond philosophers, written"
"When they were old and gray-headed,"
Charmlan broke In; "when they were
quite Incapable of Judging the matter
though many a grave philosopher loved;
now didn't he?"
..r7 bi SUre'" J!ald X- rather hipped,
"Dlonyslus Lamblenus, I think, sajs
somewhere that a woman with a big
mouth is Infinitely sweeter in the klsslng
and '
. "I??..yLu ,suPPoae he read that In a
book?' she Inquired, glancing at me side
ways. "Why, as to that," I answered, "a
Philosopher may love, but not for the
mere sake of loving."
0r wnose nke then, I wonder?"
A man who esteems trifles for their
thIL' V tTitter- h"t one who values
them, rather, for the deductions that may
be drawn from them-he Is a philosopher."
Charmlan rose, and stood looking down
at me very strangely.
"So!" Bald she, throwing back her head.
s.'.h.?,n7i '," lofty mlsht' superior Mr
Smith thinks Love a trifle, does he?"
My name Is Vlbart. as I think you
know, said I, stung by her look or her
tone, or both.
"Yes," she answered. Beemlng to look
down at me from an immeasurable atti
tude, "but I prefer to know him, Just
now, as Superior Mr. Smith."
"As you will," said I, and rose also;
but, even then, though she had to look
up to me, I had the same Inward con
viction that her eyes were regarding me
from a great height; wherefore 1 at
temptedquite unsuccessfully to light
my pipe.
And after I had struck nint and steel
vainly, perhaps a dozen times. Charmlan
took tho box from me, and, Igniting the
tinder, held It for me while I lighted my
tobacco,
"Thank you!" said I, as she returned
the box, and then I saw that she was
smiling. "Talking of Charmlan Brown"
I began.
"But we are not."
"Then suppose you begin?"
"Do you really wish to hear about that
humble person?''
"Very much!"
"Then you must know, In the first
place, that she Is old, air, dreadfully
old!"
"But," said I, "she really cannot be
more than twenty-ftiree or four at the
most."
"She Is Just twenty-one!" returned
Charmlan, rather hastily, I thought.
"Quite a child!"
"No. Indeed It Is experience that ages
one and by experience she is quite twa
hundred!"
"The wonder Is .that she still lives "
"Indeed It Is."
"And. being of such a ripe age, R la
probable that Bhe, at any rate, has-been
In love."
"Scores of times!"
"Oh," said I, putting very hard at my
pipe.
"Or fancied so," said Charmlan.
"That," I replied, "that Is, a very diff
erent thing!"
"Do you think so?"
"Well-lsn't )tt"
"Perhaps."
"Very well. then, continue, I beg."
"Now, this woman," Charmlan went
on, beginning ta curl the tress of hair
axaln, "hating the world about ber with
U shams, Its hypocrisy, and cruelty, nn
away from It all one day with a villain."
"And why with a villain?"
"Because he was a villain'"
That said I turning to look at her,
"that I do not understand!"
"No. I dldh t unpaae ou would," h
answered,
Hum!" aid T rubblng my chin. "And
why did you run away from him?"
"Because he was a villain."
"That was very Illogical!" said I
"But very sensible, sir." Here there
fell a silence rretwn ita. on.! .
walked, now and then, her gown would
brush my knee, or her shoulder touch
mine for the .path wns very nnrrow.
"And-dld you" I began suddenly, and
viuppca.
"Did I-what. sir?"
"Did you love him?" data I, staring
siraigm in rront of me.
"1 ran away from him."
"And do you-love him?"
"I Buppose," said Charmlan, speaking
very slowly, "I suppose you cannot
understand a woman hating and loving
a man, naminng and despising him, both
a. mo same timor'
"No, I can't."
"Can you understand one glorying In
tho tempest that mav destroy her. rldlno-
a fierce horse that may crush her, or
ocing attracted by a lll strong and
masterful, before which all must yield
or orcnK7
"I think I can "
"Then," said Charmlan, "this man Is
strong nnd wild and very masterful, and
so I ran awny with him."
"And do you love him?" We walked
on some distance ere she answered:
"I-don't know."
"Not suie, then?"
"No."
After this wo fell silent altogether yet
once, when I happened to elance arher.
I saw that her eyes were very Dngnt
Den am the shadow of her drooping
lashes, and thnt her lips were smiling;
and I pondered very deeply as to why
this should be.
Ite-enterlng tho cottage, I closed the
door, and waited the while she lighted
mv cnndle.
And, having taken the candle from her
hand, I bado her "good night," but paused
at the door of my chamber.
"You feel quite safe here?"
"Quite safe!"
"Desplto the color of my hair and eyes
you nave no rear of Peter Smith?"
"None!"
"Becaupe he Is neither fierce nor wild
nor masterful!"
"Bccauso he Is neither fierce nor wild,
she echoed.
"Nor masterful!" snld I.
"Nor masterful!" said Charmlan. with
averted head. So I opened the door, but,
even then, must needs turn back again.
"Do you think I am so very different
from him7"
"As different as day from night, as
tho Iamb from the wolf," said sho. with
out looking nt me. "Good night, PeterJ"
"Good night!" said I, nnd so, going Into
mv room, I closed the door behind me.
"A lamb!" said I, tearing off my neck
cloth, and sat for some time listening
to her footstep and the soft rustle of
her petticoats going to and fro.
"A Iamb!" said I again, nnd slowly
arcw off my coat. As I did so, a little
cambric handkerchief fell to the floor.
and I kicked It, forthwith. Into a corner.
"A lamb!" said I. for the third time,
but, nt this moment, came a light tap
upon the door.
"Yes?" said I, without moving.
"Oh, how is your injured thumb?"
"Thank you, It Is as well ns can be
expected.
"Does It pain you very much?"
"It Is not unbearable!" said I.
"Good night. Peter!" nnd I heard her
move away. But presently she was back
again.
"Oh, Peter?"
"Well?"
"Are you frowning?"
"I-I think I was-why?"
"When you frown, you nre very llki
him, and have the same square set of
the mouth and chin, when you are angry
so don't, please don't frown, Peter
Good night!"
"Good night. Charmlan'" said I, and
stooping, I picked up the little handker
chief and thrust It under my pillow.
CHAPTER X.
IITTinART!"
V The word had been uttered close
behind me, and very softly, yet I started
at this sudden mention of mj; name and
stood for a moment with my hammer
poised aboe the nnvll ere I turned and
faced the speaker. Ho was a tall man
with a stubbly growth of grizzled hair
about his lank Jaws, and he was leaning
In at that window of the smithy which
gae upon a certain grassy back lano.
"You spoke, I think!" said I.
"I said, 'Vlbart'!"
"Well?"
"Well?"
"And why should you say 'Vlbart'?"
"And why should you start?" Beneath
the broad, flapping hat his eyes glowed
with a sudden Intensity as he waited my
answer.
"It is familiar," said I.
"Ha" familiar?" he repeated, apd his
features were suddenly contorted as wtth
a strong convulsion, and his teeth
gleamed between his pallid lips.
My hammer was yet In my graBp, and,
ns I met this baleful look, my Angers
tightened Instinctively about the shaft.
"Familiar?" said he again.
"Yes," I nodded; "like your face, for
it would almost seem that I have seen
you somewhere before, and I eeldom, for
get races.
"Nor do I!" said the man.
Now, while we thus confionted each
other, there came the round of approach
ing footsteps, and John Prlngle. the car
rier, appeared, followed by the pessi
mistic Job.
"Marnln". Peter! them 'orseshoes,
began John, pausing Just outside the
smithy door, "you was to finish 'em 's
arternoon! ir so he as they bean t done,
you beln' short-'anded wl'out Jarge, why,
I can wait."
"Where Is he?" said I Involuntarily.
"Where's who?" Inquired John Fringle,
glancing about uneasily.
"The fellow who was talking to me as
you came up?"
"I didn't see no fellow!" said Job, look
ing at John and edging nearer the door,
"Nor me neither!" chimed In John
Prlngle. looking at Job.
"Why, he was leaning In at the window
here, not a minute ago," said I, and,
plunging the half-finished horseshoe back
Into tne nre, - stepped out into tne road,
but the man van nowhere to be seen,
"Very atrange!" said I.
"What might e 'ave been like, now?"
Inaulred John.
"He was tall and thin, and wore a big
flapping hat."
CHAPTER XI.
OVER the uplands, to my left, the
moon was peplng at me, very broad
and yellow, ns yet, casting long shadows
athwart roy way, The air was heavy with
the perfume of honeysuckle abloom In the
hedges a warm, still air wherein a deep
silence brooded, and In which leaf flut
tered not and twig stlrrt-d not; but It was
none of this I held In my thoughts as I
strode along, whistling softly as I went.
Yet, In a while, xhanclng to lift tny eyes
I beheld the object of my reverie coming
towards me through the shadows.
"Why Charmlan!" aald I, uncovering
my uu,
"Why-Peter!"
"Did you- come to' meet me?"
"It must be nearly o'clock, sir."
"Yes, J had to flnlah some work."
"Did any one pass you on the road?"
"Not a soul."
"Peter, have you an enemy?"
"Not that I know of, unless it be my-
selto Kplcteiua says aomewnere that -'
' wh, Peter, hbw dreadfully quiet evarr
thing la1" said ah, apd shivered,
"Are you cold?'
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